The Only Hope For Me Is You ~ Phan

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Trigger warning

New message at 4:48 from Laney 🌸 :

Dan! Everyone is getting together tomorrow night for a little party :) We'd love it for you to join us! It's a little tradition we do every Friday, even though we already see each other every day lol. What do you say?

I grinned at the invitation. Nobody had ever wanted me to be at their parties, let alone, ones that were reserved for just one specific friend group. I was finally being accepted by people, and not rejected as I usual.

To Laney 🌸 at 4:50 :

I'd love to, that is, if everyone else is okay with it???

I sent the message before I had any time to change my mind about my decision.

I had this really bad habit of changing my mind last minute on what I wanted, whether it be ordering off a menu, something to buy, or well, going out with friends. I would almost always choose the opposite of what I wanted, because I was too scared to go through with my plan.

New message at 4:54 from Laney 🌸 :

Of course! We were planning on asking you anyway. You seem to fit well with us, wouldn't want to lose someone as good as you just yet ;)

I laughed. As good as me. Their bar is not set very high, obviously. I knew Laney was probably just being nice, as she is a good natured person, because I knew that nobody likes taking in new people into their already established friend groups. It was just a fact.

New message at 4:55 from Laney 🌸 :

And I'm sure nobody would mind anyway if they didn't know. You should feel lucky, we don't ask people to join us often, you know ;)

I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic, or actually serious that I should feel lucky. Louise was kind of forced onto me anyway, not really having a choice. Her mum was the reason we actually started talking, and that wasn't her choice. I'm somehow thankful that happened though. Even if it has only been three days.

To Laney 🌸 at 4:57

Thank you. Do I need to bring anything or...?

I tapped on my desk waiting for a response, bringing my left hand up to my mouth and biting the blunt nails. Bad habit.

"Dan?" I heard a knock on the wall next to my opened door. I spun around, facing my mum, who had a plate of pasta and veggies. I mentally cursed at her, but gestured her in.

"Hey." I greeted, fully turning my chair toward her, leaning on my elbows that were bent on my knee.

"I brought you some dinner, since we won't be eating at the table. Your father is working late again. Can I get you anything?" She asked, handing me the plate of food.

I frowned down at the carrots and broccoli rolling around on the platter, shaking my head. I have her a smile to seem more convincing, which she thankfully bought.

"Okay. Make sure to bring the plate down when you do, I don't want dishes piling up." She kissed my forehead, before leaving me. I put the plate on my desk, turning back around.

I'd have to throw that in the toilet later.

But, it's not like I liked throwing away my mothers cooking, I just simply wasn't hungry, and didn't want her to know.